I didn’t expect to enjoy this movie as much as I did, but this schmaltzy tale of a singer/songwriter past his prime, regretful for what he has not achieved artistically and for the family he has, until now, neglected, was quite enjoyable. The reasons: Al Pacino as the singer, Annette Bening, Christopher Plummer, and an excellent Bobby Cannavale. Almost everything in the story was predictable, but the acting made this film quite enjoyable for me.
